Blowin’ Still

I believe that, as children, we know deep down what we came to earth to do. Isn’t it uncanny how children have that inner knowing? Unfortunately, well-meaning adults, unkind siblings, and playmates don’t always believe in us or our stories. Especially if our ideas are grandiose and outside…

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Invisible

Tiny seedlings of dreams don’t always have a loud voice, nor do they follow a linear path. They can be downright invisible at times. It was 2010. I was fast approaching 50 and out of sheer horror of getting old, I had set a sizable New Year’s intention…

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Still Believing

One day, when I was 5 years old, I was listening to records playing on our old Victrola. It was one of my favorite things to do, to sing along. This particular day, it was Peter, Paul and Mary singing and I remember saying to my mother, “I’m…

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